Eli got a guitar for Christmas. It is a kid-sized guitar, nothing special, but he loves it. He can't really play and nobody in our house knows how to tune the thing, but he plays it every day and makes up songs about any and everything. He knows how to hold it and even scrunches up his face in concentration like a real rock star. Unfortunately, he sounds like Bob Dylan being attacked by angry cats in heat. Not sure how the superhero costume plays in to the mix, maybe there's a Ziggy Stardust thing going on. He's such a little weirdo!

As usual, I'm having problems uploading video. Here's the first, trying to decide what to sing. I hope I can get the second one up, of Eli singing his "helicopter song".

Sweet beach baby. I snapped these shots in between fishing sand out of her mouth. Mmmmm... sand.

While we were in Florida last week, Kevin tried to teach Eli how to do the Heisman while they were playing football on the beach.



Let's be honest here, it looks a bit more like interpretive dance. Daddy was a little disappointed that this didn't pan out. Mommy, on the other hand, was thrilled that Eli seems to show no penchant for football culture.